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Guardian (XVI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,692

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

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Sasusaku Month/ Sarada Uchiha Week.
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Prompt: An outsider’s POV / freestyle.
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Title: To see that smile once more.
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Summary: As he held his new born daughter close to his chest protectively and smiled at his wife, Karin saw her deepest desire being fulfilled. Sarada’s birth and Sasuke and Sakura’s relationship as seen through the eyes of Karin Uzumaki.



The air breezed lightly, carrying the particles of sand along with it. Large birds could be seen flying high in the sky for the temperature was moderate in the always burning land of the Wind Nation. And such weather itself was a proof of spring being on its way. But the calm wind, restful birds and the soft, peaceful rustle of the rare-found plants in the ever tropical Southern region was brutally interrupted by a loud scream that came out of Orochimaru’s hideout, which resulted in the vultures and hawks flying away in a haphazard manner and the peace of the atmosphere turning into a woeful, wordless, ballad.
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Another loud, painful cry escaped the lips of Uchiha Sakura, who was in the middle of fighting life and death inside the hideout of the snake sannin. The pinkette had, surely, faced and fought countless hurtful events in her life but even if she had the strength of breaking boulders and bones, this event was utterly aching, even for her.
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“Push, Sakura! Push!”, exclaimed a worried yet determined red-haired woman. Her eyes, as seen through the lens of her glasses, held nothing more than sympathy and unwavering resolve. A resolve that kept on telling her that even though, it was her very first time delivering a child and she had no experience with it whatsoever, she was not going to fail, no matter what.
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“Aah!”, another loud cry echoed through the empty room as tears started to fall from the emerald, green eyes of the female Uchiha.

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Radiating towards you

Title: Radiating towards you

Pairing: Castiel x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1700

Warning: mostly fluff, some jealous!Cas and some hurt!Dean

Request: Cas x mate!reader please! Maybe where reader helps care for Dean after a rough mission and cas gets jealous because she’s his mate but he hasn’t told her yet. Thanks xxx

(A/n: Hope you like it, anon. || Gif’s not mine)


Originally posted by magneticcas

“Can you stop fidgeting for five seconds?“ Dean asked annoyed as he made eye contact with the angel through the car’s rear mirror. It was one of the rare occasions Cas actually decided to come along in the Impala instead of just zapping there. Mostly because it would give him a chance to sit next to you on the backseat for a couple of hours, enjoying your presence. He always felt drawn to you, as if his whole existence was radiating towards you. Something that had puzzled him a lot in the beginning, but soon made sense. As unlikely as it first seemed that he found his human, his one in a million, so close to the friends he considered his second family, it was really as simple as that. You were his mate.

“I’m just uncomfortable” Cas replied giving Dean a stern expression back “My wings feel cramped.”

“I’m sorry my car isn’t luxurious enough for your holy assets” Both Sam and you snorted while Dean just kept glaring “Just fold them up or something. Make them travel-size.”

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Where is my Face?

[ReaderxJerome Valeska - Gotham - Just after Jerome has resurrected and woken up - S3E13 - Some smut - based on original material but changed - main character death ]

Your feet were aching, you’d been walking constantly today and were just dying to have a rest. You just had to get the medical files for Jerome Valeska for Dr Tompkins and then you could sit down, hopefully for at least ten minutes. The intern in the office handed you the file, you didn’t know her name, not yet. You had met so many new people, the detectives the CSIs all of the interns and your mentor, Lee Tompkins. She was kind enough, but having Jim Gordon as an ex kind of put a downer on your views of her. You see, Detective Gordon hated the people you considered friends, especially those such as your very much dead friend on the table in the morgue. You slid out his photo from the file and smiled. He was so handsome, his beautiful smile, shining eyes and bright hair. You hated how he’d died, you had sobbed for weeks, but then you’d found your escape, your emergency exit if you will. It was easy to get away with murder if you examined the bodies, and your interest in medicine landed you an internship with the Gotham Police Department’s ME. It was a golden opportunity to keep your dirty little secret. So many of your bodies had passed over the slab you now worked at, yet the one currently there… that body started them all. Sucking in a breath you tucked the photo away, burying your emotions before heading to the morgue.

Eyes fixed on the file, you pushed the door open and walked in. “Here’s the file you asked for” you said. Finally looking up you met eyes with a very frightened Dr Tompkins and then you saw a familiar smile shrouded by bandages galore. “Well, well,” you cooed, attempting to keep your cool, “this is unexpected.”
The barrel of the gun in Jerome’s hand moved, it was pointing at you now. Your eyes locked and he licked his lips, or what he had left of them. “Are you going to continue to tease me or hurry up and kill the spare?” you asked, impatient to rid the room of the witness.
“Have it out for the Doc, do you Kitten?” he purred.
You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling up as he called you his little pet name, you’d missed that. “No… just wanna talk without an… audience,” you replied, finishing with a wink.
“I get you babe,” the clown told you. Without hesitation, or even taking his eyes from you, he shot the Doctor in the head, her body slumping to the ground. The gun lazily found its way back to you. “It looks to me you’ve changed sides Doll” he spat at you.

You half contained a short laugh, “Look again Sugar.” A smug smirk plastered on your face.
“So what’s my little girl doing in the GCPD working for the good ol’ dead doc over here, huh?” he rested his chin on his fist, listening intently as you told him of the tales of the last year he’d missed.
“Wow” he used his gun to mimic an applause, “well that is quite a story. You know, I know I’ve been dead but doesn’t that seem kinda crazy to you?”
You chuckled, sliding onto the cold metal table behind you. “Hey maybe you’re crazy, try shooting yourself” you threw at him with a grin. He took his gun and held it to his bandaged head, pondered for a moment and laughed.
“So, tell me more about this cult. They think I’m pretty great, huh?” His voice was liked candy for your ears, it had been so long since you had heard it, teased it, played with it.
“A bunch of raving lunatics and idiots” you leant back on your palms, letting you hair hang loose behind you. You could sense his grin as he stepped up from his perch.
“Ooh lunatics and idiots?” He stepped toward you, reaching out a hand. His grip angled your face to his and he looked right into your eyes. “Our kind of people.” You laughed, he laughed, both of you enthralled in your madness.

Cough. Splutter. “Sorry” he croaked although the following giggle was reassuring enough. “Head’s still a little fuzzy, you know I was just reborn. The last year was nothing but darkness,” he leant into your face, his breathe warm against you, “as far as the eye can see.” He jumped on the spot and swivelled, the gun twirling until it pointed right at the limp corpse on the floor. “I know her, right?”
“Yes” you purred, not revealing anything.
“Did she and I ever… you know?”
“Gods no,” you flung at him.
“Ginger not her type?” he joked.
“I don’t share.” you said cooly, sinking back into your relaxed stance.
“Ohh, I remember you my little minx” he purred, tracing the skin on your thigh with his finger tips. Again, like a switch he snapped back to the doc. “Oh! She’s Jim Gordon’s… twinky”
“Well, she was” another cruel laugh from your lips.
“Oh… no? That’s a shame, I liked them guys. What happened?” his curiosity seemingly piqued, you filled him in on what you’d learned from Dr Tompkins about her… hilarious wedding! “Heh heh hah ha ha ha” his soft laughter filled the room again, once more Jerome’s joy sparked your fire. He spun in circles as you watched, simply enthralled by his liveliness after being stone cold less than an hour ago. “Wow… you miss a lot being dead…. including you my little carnival kitten.” A shimmer in his eyes shone as he took the two steps necessary to close the space between you.

You’d missed this. His touch, his everything. It felt so right to kiss him again. The table was cool against your now much more exposed skin, his too. He’d locked the door and climbed onto the examination table with you. Exploring your body with his tongue he found each new scar you had and licked it with individual care and precision. As he found his way between your thighs he moaned against the soft flesh of your thighs. The vibrations sent a new wave of heat through your core. He chuckled. Torture had always been his forte so with expert pace he crept up between your legs parting them for his head to sink in between. So slowly, he used his reborn tongue in ways you’d never felt before, toying with your clit until you shuddered under his touch. It wasn’t until your moans turned to pleads for release that he teased your entrance with his hardened cock. Beneath him you squirmed, attempting to thrust your hips into his, yet his firm grip kept you in place. “Did you miss me?” he leant down to your ear, gently biting the lobe of it.
A muffled “yes” was heard from within your moans, resulting in laughter and ecstasy as he plunged into you without restraint. Together you were harmony. He thrust deep into you and your combined cries were a lost symphony. It was a wonder that you remained in interrupted for the length of time the pair of you were together.

Panting you lay together on the now slightly less cold metal, sweaty and slightly craving a cigarette. You hear him sigh after a while has passed.
“You know, there’s about a hundred cops on the other side of that door ready to kill you all over again” you mentioned as though it were a casual remark. He scoffed, “I see your point…” he pondered for a moment. “To business, when I was last.. uh you know, alive. I was about to kill Bruce Wayne and I suppose I didn’t manage to…” you shook your head, “no. Right.” He got up from the table, irritated suddenly. “Theo Galavan killed me,” he seethed, “that jug eared judas. Well I suppose I should start by killing him” he added on the end nonchalantly.
“As much as I love your thinking” you soothe, “Theo Galavan is dead.”
Like a child who ran out of candy he groaned. “Aww, who beat me to it?”
Suppressing your own amusement you replied, “which time?” This did not impress Jerome, with a venomous tone and a thrilling calmness the asked you, “Theo Galavan came back to life too?”
“Mm hmm” you smiled sweetly. He echoed you then barked a rough kind of laugh.
“That Son of a Bitch is always upstaging me, well…” he smiled at you again, his anger vanished. “Yes I’m just missing one thing then…” he crept right back to in front of your face, his bandages brushing against your nose. He cracked a beautiful grin and laughed, “Where is my face?”

anonymous asked:

Tell me more about Vader pain. How often do you interpret Vader as being sick, rather than just injured?

(This isn’t weird, because you asked. I’m just giving the people what they want.) 

Anakin’s injuries on Mustafar were so serious, and the measures taken afterward to keep him alive so extreme, that I think he was virtually always some degree of ill after that. 

I actually think that this is thematically important, even; Star Wars is a universe in which otherwise-disabling injuries like amputations are really not disabling at all, but disability is significant to Vader’s character. The suit doesn’t just serve as intimidating and dehumanizing, it’s actually necessary for him to function at all; the mask makes him this ominous portent of death, something that’s maybe not even a living creature, but it also shields his damaged eyes and maintains the closed environment necessary for his ruined lungs and unhealed wounds to avoid infection. It’s even part of Obi-wan’s justification for lying to Luke, I think; Anakin is dead and Vader, who is hardly human anymore, is what killed him. This is a bad articulation of something that other people have written about much more cogently, and if I happen on some of that discussion, I’ll link or reblog.

As for what I think is actually wrong with Vader: damn, there’s plenty to choose from. It is (or was? Can’t keep track) canon that Vader requires periodic debridement for his burns, even long after Mustafar, to remove necrosis. This means that he’s having tissue death pretty consistently, which is… bad, and indicates either frequent infection (believable: there are plenty of reasons for his immune system to be functioning poorly) or ischemia (from either blood clots or circulation problems, I guess). I doubt they put in all of the internal systems at once, so over the years I imagine he had organ failure in various systems. Since his respiration is compromised, any malfunction puts him at risk for hypoxic brain injury, which can have profound long-lasting effects.

@jerseydevious has written before about how the severity of his burns would almost certainly put him into a hypermetabolic state, lasting maybe years. 

uuuh can’t think of more now, but I know people have written about this before. tl;dr: Vader is varying degrees of sick all the time. 

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We can always stay longer’ Sam said softly looking at his brother. 

Dean didn’t answer his eyes focused on your silhouette. You were leaning against banister on a front porch talking to your neighbour. The late sun coated you in orange and pink light making you glow. 

Dean clenched his jaw, his fingers tapped on the door handle as if he wanted to reach for it and swing the door open and get to you as soon as it was possible. 

But the bandage on your shoulder and few marks on your cheek were enough of a reminder for Dean why he couldn’t do that, why he should stay where he was and drive away. His company already brought you enough trouble and put you in more danger than he had ever imagined.  The fact that you were breathing this warm, evening air was a miracle and Dean didn’t plan on screwing it up. He cared about you too much.

‘’You know it is not your fault right? The werewolf was already in town and…’’ Sam added after not receiving an answer for his earlier proposition. 

Dean scoffed silencing his brother. He moved both of his hands on the wheel and took a deep breath. ‘’Whatever you say Sammy….’’ 

A knock on the hood startled the older Winchester. 

‘’Wanted to leave without a proper goodbye?’’ a small smile graced your face when you peaked inside the impala. You moved a little bit away from the car door giving Dean a chance to get out. He did it after a while slowly opening the door. He walked closer to you but did not make an eye contact.

‘’I don’t remember you being so shy’’ you teased. ‘’Aren’t you gonna look at me?’’ 

‘’How are you feeling?’’ Dean said raising his eyes but only for a little while before they again ended up on your bandaged arm. 

‘’I’m fine’’ this time your tone was gentle, soothing ‘’I really am’’ you delicately touched Dean’s jaw rasing his head.

‘’I am so sorry’’ he whispered, his green eyes glistened with pure guilt.

‘’You saved me’’ you immediately answered, your voice firm ‘’Don’t you dare to forget that’’ 

‘’He hurt you’’ 

‘’Just a scratch’’ 

‘’You could-’’

His sentenced was silenced by your lips on his. It was short, tender but oh so meaningful kiss. ‘’Just a scratch’’ you repeated.

You stood like this for a while longer. Your hands cupping his face, his holding your forearms. ‘’Don’t be a stranger okay?’’ you finally said as the moment of saying goodbye neared. 

Dean nodded swallowing hard before he leaned and pressed another kiss this time on your cheek. His lips lingered there longer than necessary as he closed his eyes and breathed you in.

Neither of you said another word when he entered his car and drove away. 

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I know this is pretty short but I’ve got so much on my head right now and also am in the middle of enormous writers block (I’ve got 33 drafts. 33…). But I wanted to come back to writing so it might look like this for a while.

anonymous asked:

You are very endearing when you are half asleep. With Herc or Oak?

You dont mean to wake him as you came in. But with the adrenaline from a night out its hard to keep your footsteps light as you make your way into the bedroom.

A loud groan sounds from the bed as Oak turns over to look at you, one eye only half open as he rubs the other one.

“Babe? What the hell are you doing?” He grumbles as you drop your purse on top of your dresser.

“Shhh! Gotta be quiet, Oak’s sleeping,” you whisper, pressing your finger to your lips.

He rolls his eyes, sitting up and sliding out of the bed.

“Oh he’s awake,” he mutters, making his way over to you and carefully placing his hands on your arms. “Holy shit, how much did you have to drink?” He asks.

You giggle, leaning into him slightly as you look up at him.

“I don’t remember but I think a lot,” you tell him, pushing his hands away to start pulling your clothes off.

He sighs, helping you out of your clothes and into one of his large shirts before leading you to the bed, all with a frown on his face.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you mumble as he pulls you in tight against his sleep.

“It’s fine babe, just sleep so I can sleep,” he grumbles.

You notice the hint of annoyance in his voice and suddenly start to feel guilty.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you offer, looking up at him hopefully but his eyes are closed tight.

“Not necessary.”

“You know, you are very endearing when you are half asleep,” you whisper, trying to at least get him to crack a smile.

He sighs, kissing your forehead before resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Let me sleep Y/N. If you do I won’t be grumpy in the morning.”

blondennerdy  asked:

A suggestion for a prompt, Nari and Grampa bonding time from Awaken the stars. I hope you have a good summer now that school is over for the semester.

*rubs hands down face* Summer classes start next week. Save me.

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Kai, Ella, and Neumia stood at the end of a short wooden jetty in a line, with Django standing behind them.

Django had the look and feel of a drill sergeant in his stance, his back ramrod straight and his hands behind his back.

“To call down lightning, you first need to envision it. Imagine bits of ice high in the sky bumping together and creating an electric charge. Imagine that charge building like anger or sadness or any kind of emotion you want, until finally you call it down into a single point,” Django exhaled. “Understood?”

A yes comes from each of them, ranging from unsure to excited. Django nods.

“Alright. Kai, you first.”

Kai swallows and holds up one hand, the one with a lightning bolt on the wrist. He says the necessary words in Maori with his eyes closed, and…

…and nothing happens.The sky remains painfully blue and lightning-
free.

Kai doesn’t lower his arm, until Django finally comes over and pushes it lightly down for him. “Don’t sweat it. This is what practice is for.” he says.

“I wish I knew what I was doing wrong,” Kai grumbles.

Ella elbows him lightly in the side. “My guess? The He-Man pose.”

Kai glowers at her. “Shut up.”

Ella laughs and holds out both hands in front of her, wrists touching. “Watch and learn, baby brother. Watch and learn.”

Ella says the words in Maori, shouting the last word to the heavens. A faint taste of ozone fills the air, and…

…and nothing happens. Ella squints one eye, and repeats the words again. Then she repeats the words a third time. Finally, she lower her hands. Kai bumps her with his elbow.

“It was a good try, Goku.”

Ella grinds her teeth together. “Shut up.”

Django chuckles and turns to Neumia, whose brows are furrowed in concentration. “Your turn, Nari.”

The three of them watch as Neumia closes her eyes, hands still at her side, and recites the words. The taste of ozone fills the air, and sparks of blue electricity dance around Neumia like tiny strings caught in a breeze. As the last words leave her mouth, her eyes snap open and she holds out a hand.

Miles out to sea, a fork of lighting bursts from nothing at all and hits the water with a terrific slam.

Nobody says a word at first. Django is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open. It’s Ella who reacts first, jumping up in the air and screaming.

“Holy shit! Holy shit! Nari, you are a badass!”

“That was amazing,” Kai says, still staring out at sea, awestruck. “Nari, you are amazing.”

Neumia is beaming. “Did I do good, Grandpa?” she asks.

Django blinks. Static still hangs in the air around them, lifting their hair and sparking along their clothing. Ella is right: holy shit.

“You did better than good, kiddo.”

anonymous asked:

Nurseydex where they're both trans please please please

hahaha okay!  So I been thinking about what to write for this for like a week now. but you know what I wanna right some fluffy stuff that isn’t about the “bad days”.  I have read enough “bad days” to last me a lifetime on top of actually living them. I am sorry if its not explicitly enough about them being trans. 

Thank you for the prompt!


He doesn’t want to open his eyes. Its the one freaking morning that he can sleep in. He buries himself further into the blankets and his pillow. The other side of the bed is cold. Dex must have gotten up early. He smells coffee and rolls over to the smell. He squints at the “Dr. Cool” mug on the nightstand. He snorts. It was Dex’s Secret Santa Present to him a couple of years ago. 

“Well they didn’t have ‘Nurse Chill’ mug , so, this was the next best thing.”  It’s Nursey’s favorite mug. Dex’s buys him a new one every year to have spares for when Nursey eventually breaks one. Nursey is really careful with them to spite Dex. He likes to imagine that they will have a whole shelf of these obnoxious red 50′s diner mugs. 

Right now though, he debating the merits of moving from his side of the bed to get said coffee. Its like asking him to cross the Arctic Circle for a cup of Jo, yanno know? He snorts again. He should write that down… But, that would mean leaving the bed. Hmmm… Yeah, it wasn’t that good of line anyways.  His brow furrows at the mug until he rolls back over to look at the window.  He can see the birds working on their nest and chirping louder than necessary.  Yet, he still finally closes his eye for what must have been for a minute, maybe more than minute. Then, there is spreading icy chill spooning up to his back. He eyes snap open and he groans. 

“What the hell, Dex? Did you hang out in a freaking freezer this morning?” Nursey hisses over his shoulder.  He can feel the huff of a laugh against the joint of his shoulder and neck. 

“Hmmm… Maybe.” Dex presses the words into his bare shoulder with cool kisses. “It was definitely weirdly cold walking to and from the doctors.”  That’s right, Dex had his annual physical today.  Nursey turns in Dex’s arms to face him. 

“So, How did it go? Everything good under the hood?” Nursey wiggles his eyebrows and leers.  Dex rolls his eyes at Nursey’s ridiculousness. 

“Doctor had no complaints.  My levels still looked good.  None of my freckles are cancerous, yet.”  Dex chuckles at that before continuing, “ She gave me the “do not forget to wear sunscreen, try to minimize my stress, and, I should consider using birth control” speech, again.”  Nursey startles with a laugh.  Nursey was there the last time she gave that speech. She said it as more of a disclaimer than to actually lecture Dex, but, it was still funny to watch. 

“Did she do in that voice this year?” Nursey clears his throat.

”Now William, I can not stress the importance of sunscreen for someone of your complexion. Skin Cancer is no joke, mister.” Nursey mimicking the doctor’s very dry monotone voice. 

“OMG. did you have to remind her the whole ‘accidental pregnancy’ thing is impossible with us?”  Nursey beams at his realization. Dex face palms and groans. 

“Yes. I didn’t phrase it nearly as appropriately as you did last year. You would think that because she and her husband sees both of us that she would put two and two together. But, ugh, enough about my oblivious doctor, whats on your agenda for today?”  Nursey pretends to think it over, before, he pushes on Dex’s shoulder until he is laying on his back. Nursey swings a leg over to straddle Dex’s lap. 

“Well I didn’t have anything planned, but, I can think of a few things to do.”  Dex’s hands coming to grip at Nursey’s waist and ribs. 

“O. Really?” Nursey leaning down to give Dex a small kiss. 

“Yeah, maybe you should move your glasses out of harm’s way.”  Dex nods in agreement and takes off his glasses.  Nursey instantly pulls Dex into a searing kiss, which, Dex will later claim that was the reason why he was so distracted.  

Dex tries to place to glasses on the nightstand without breaking off his kiss with Nursey.  He is reaching and groping for the hard surface of the wood. He is tempted to just throw them in the direction of the nightstand, and, get back to more important matter at hand. No, he needs his glasses to see, but, he could get Nursey hunt for them later. Then, the edge of his glasses catch on something and he just pushes the glasses the rest of the way. The following shatter echoes through their apartment. Nursey breaks the kiss to look at the sound. He burst out laughing.  

“ What? Nursey? What fell over?”  Nursey is laughing so hard he can’t breathe.  

“I can’t believe,” He gasps, “ you just broke the mug.” Another gasp for oxygen,”Who knew, you, could be so accident prone?” Dex collapses back on the bed. He flushes in embarrassment, but, not before his hand are covering face. Nursey continues to fall into a giggling fit at Dex’s collarbone.  

“Jerk.” Dex says when moves his hands to  push at Nursey’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, but you love me, right?” Nursey lifting his head looking so sincere and vulnerable.  Both of them are staring at each other. The sunlight is catching their profiles.  It’s one of those moments. Those moments where they are reminded that love isn’t built on big grand moments, but, on small ridiculously silly domestic ones. Dex sighs happily, the answer is always the same. 

“Yeah, of course, I do.”  

Hiatus Fic #1

Title: Prompt #1 – Summer Vacation

Written for the Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon started by @thebookjumper.

Read on AO3 or ff.net

Summer Vacation

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when we were discussing summer vacations.”

He smiles down at her as her arms slide around him, her chin coming to rest on his shoulder.  Well, as close to his shoulder as she can reach.  

They stand together beside their recently erected tent, the one he’s assembled completely on his own while she’d been off collecting firewood.  The rest of the team – Curtis, Rene, Dinah and Thea – are on the other side of the fire pit arguing over the logistics of who is sleeping where and who – the boys or the girls – gets the bigger tent.  

He shrugs and grips her forearm where it’s draped across his abdomen.

“I know.  But I thought, after everything that happened… I figured we could all use a break.”

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purpleandpinkhouses  asked:

Hey there! How do you feel about these prompts? Feel free to pick and choose what you feel. No pressure. 1. Rosvolio find out they actually have alot in common (their difficult guardians etc) 2. Benvolio creates something for Rosaline. 3. Benvolio gives Rosaline something that belonged to his mother. 4. Rosvolio on their wedding night. Thanks so much!

“What is that noise?”

Rosaline looks up from her book at Livia sitting next to her. She frowns slightly, confused as to what could have disturbed her sister’s thoughts, before she hears it too – the small sound of a pebble against her window. Both sisters share a look before they stand as one and run toward the balcony. Rosaline lets out a disbelieving huff of breath at the sight of Benvolio beneath her window, while Livia groans a little.

“Rosaline, Rosaline, let down your hair,” he singsongs with a grin.

“Montague, what are you doing?” Rosaline looks above her shoulder quickly, then down the street. She may not be fond of the man, but it doesn’t mean she wants her cousins to murder him the moment they find him in the gardens. Before they see how close to the vine Romeo climbed he is.

“I wanted to see you before tomorrow.”

Rosaline’s heart drops in her stomach at the thought. Tomorrow. The wedding they can no longer postpone nor cancel, for they still haven’t found their common enemy and have run out of time. Reading was but a distraction from things to come, and Benvolio only serves as a painful reminder that tomorrow she will be free from her aunt’s scorn, only to become a Montague wife.

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Born For This

A/N: The smuttiest follow-up to The Night Has Just Begun. Again, I don’t know what it says about me that this was my first smut that came from my own brain. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @original-criminal-fanfics @spencerdamnreid, @reidbyers & @imagicana 

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Your breaths hung in your throat as you closed your eyes. It wasn’t necessary given the blindfold around your head, but it played into the fantasy of being completely and totally vulnerable. Through the slight crack in the blindfold, you could see he was still wearing his clothes, while you were completely naked save for your heels. You quivered, and goosebumps trailed up your spine behind his fingertips. “Are you always this responsive?”

“When I trust someone,” you replied, the words weighty as they fell from your lips. Although you couldn’t see him, you could tell the words hit him hard - he wouldn’t take them lightly. 

A gasp shot out of you as he pinched both of your nipples. “Oh!”

“No talking, little girl.” He spoke deliberately, but with warmth. “Mouth open. No speaking.” For some reason, though you didn’t know him save for his name and his brief history in the lifestyle, you trusted him, and you wanted to please him, so you did as he commanded and hung your mouth open, only closing it when he put his thumb in your mouth. “Suck.”

You would have given anything to see the reaction on his face at the suction you’d created, but all you could hear was a slight whimper. If you made him outwardly moan by the time you were done, you would’ve considered yourself successful. As his thumb remained heavy on your tongue, his other hand pulled at your nipples, switching between them. “You know little girl, the entire time I’ve been doing this, I’ve been staring at that perfect pussy of yours.” The words left his mouth and his hand followed suit, the thumb that was in your mouth raking gently up your slit. “Do you think you’re wet enough for me to fuck you yet?”

“Not yet, Sir.”

“No? What do you think I should do to get you ready?”

You wanted to scream from the rooftops that you wanted to feel his leather belt across your ass, but you also knew that’s what he wanted to do anyway, so instead you gave him the answer you would’ve given your ex before he’d betrayed you. “Whatever you think is best, Sir.”

His lips grazed your forehead. “Good answer, little girl.” Thank god you were blindfolded, because a few random tears stung at the corners of your eyes. Even apart from dominant/submissive relationships you’d been in, that gesture was the most romantic and soft anyone had ever been with you. “For tonight, I think my hand will be good enough. Maybe another night, when we’ve gotten to know each other a little bit better, we can venture into using a belt instead. Does that suit you?”

“Very much, Sir.”

“Why very much?”

“I want to feel your skin on mine, Sir.” 

Despite the blindfold, you swore he smiled. Behind you, you could hear him kneel, his hand reeling back and cutting through the thickness in the room before coming into contact with your ass. “We’ll go five times for tonight,” he said as you gasped. “That was one. You count the rest.”

“Two,” you choked out, feeling the ripples of pain and pleasure mixing with each other.

A deep breath in and out. “Three.”

“Four.”

“One more, little girl. This will be the hardest one.”

Your muscles tensed, so he waited. It was nearly two minutes before his palm hit your ass for the last time. Quickly, he raked two fingers up your center, reveling in the witness he’d helped to create. “I think you’re ready.” Untying your binds took a few minutes, but once he had, he picked you up delicately and placed you face down on the bed, pulling out a condom and sheathing himself before pushing inside you.

“Oh my god, Sir,” you breathed, pushing back into him and relishing in the fullness you felt with him inside you. You stopped when you realized you were “taking control,” but he insisted.

“Fuck me, little girl. Go ahead. You look like you were born to do it.” With his permission, you pushed back with more and more fervor. The stinging where his palms had been combined with the feeling of his cock filling you was nearly too much to bear. “Fuck my cock, little girl.” This was as wordy as he had been all night, which for you, meant you were getting somewhere. All you wanted was for him to lose control and know that you had willed it. Each push back became increasingly more desperate until you could no longer hold back your groans. They nearly drowned out his own, but you heard them, and they were glorious. Just as you were about to come, he grabbed your hips tightly and thrusted in and out of you with such force you wanted to cry - it was everything you needed tonight. You came and squeezed around his length, smiling to yourself when he came as well as collapsed on your back.

With a deep breath, he pulled out of you and discarded the condom, coming back and cleaning you up before removing your blindfold. He’d gotten dressed again, unfortunately for you. Maybe you’d see everything he had to offer another night. “Well, Luke,” you said, the smile permanently plastered to your face as you leaned back, breasts pert and proud before him, “That was everything I wanted and needed tonight. You?”

“Very much so.” He reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you flush against him. “Maybe we do this again some time?” He reached behind you and grabbed the pile of clothes you’d set aside before. You nodded and watched as he pulled out a sheet of paper from his coat pocket, jotting down his number and leaving the paper on your pile of clothing. “Until next time then, Y/N,” he said with a smile. When he closed the door behind him, you got changed yourself, placing his number in your purse before walking out and passing the woman at the front desk.

“Did you have a fun time tonight, miss?”

“Yes,” you smiled, looking toward the number in your bag. “Very much so. I plan to return.”

“That’s wonderful,” she said. “Have a great night.”

“I will,” you replied as you walked out the door. “I have and I will.”

You’re My World

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 1336

A/N: First off, I am SO sorry to all the people who were tagged twice. I made a HUGE mistake and used the pond’s Dean tag list instead of Jensen’s! Now, this was @mysteriouslyme81 fault for being a sweetheart and making a Jensen collage for me, which in turn led me down a spiraling path of this! Thank you again to @avasmommy224 for being such an awesome beta and dealing with my “Facepalm blonde moments” lol. Hope yall enjoy. Feedback is welcome with open arms! ♥

“You look beautiful, Gen. You’re going to blow everyone away, especially Jared.” You smiled at the bride-to-be as you positioned the last bobby pin into her dark locks. The love in her eyes almost brought you to tears. You wanted the love she had so bad it hurt. You were more than happy with your life. You had amazing friends through your job as a regular on Supernatural, your family was super supportive of your career path and encouraged you in everything you did but there was still something missing. You’d never needed anyone in your life, you’d always been happy with being single and available but you were creeping closer and closer to thirty. If you were going to start a family you wanted it to happen sooner than later. You knew you couldn’t force these things but it was always in the back of your mind.

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anonymous asked:

I was going through the awesomeness that is #lizzingtonweek and saw this gif of Luther Braxton where Red grabs Liz and we can see the exact moment she realizes it's him. Theories for what made her relax? 😝 His scent? (Red smells amazing - even after being held prisoner - nobody convinces me otherwise) Maybe something else? Or did he say something in the scene that I don't remember? 🤔

Well first #lizzingtonweek was a great distraction for the end of the hiatus. It was nice to focus on our favorite Lizzington moments instead of worry about tptb and their shenanigans. So yeah the number of times I’ve watched Red grab Lizzy’s arm and yank her inside the cell is bordering on needing an intervention. In that three seconds of hotness one thing is abundantly clear. Liz knew exactly who it was. Immediately. From his scent, his touch, his body she knew…..then relaxed, exhaled and closed her eyes as one does when it’s only an FBI informant, the man that means nothing at all, it’s all professional just business ya know as she covertly travels to a blacksite prison to get. Him. Back.

Who is she kidding and we see you too Red. We see how you held on a few seconds longer than was really necessary. We know your eyes are closed too even tho that episode is so damn dark it’s hard to see anything but we know! Y'all aren’t fooling anyone so just kiss or something good grief.

FEARLESS
- PART IV

Kai Parker x Reader
( x Klaus Mikaelson , Caroline Forbes , Elena Gilbert , Damon Salvatore)
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Kai couldn’t believe what had just happened. That must’ve been Klaus or one of his minions. Before he had had even the chance to react , they were both gone. He looked around the school’s front yard , trying to find them somewhere in the crowd but there was nothing. The young heretic clenched his jaw , anger burning in his eyes. There was no way he’d let anything happen to her.

In a haze Y/N opened her eyes , feeling a pain in her neck. She blinked a few times until her eyes opened noticing someone standing close by.
“Arhh… Was that necessary ?” Y/N asked Klaus who had knelt on the ground next to her. She looked around recognising instantly where they were - the old Lockwood cellar.
“No , but it was definitely fun.” he said smug smirk on his face. “Oh your phone is not here. ” he added noticing her hands trying to reach her bag nearby. “I made sure you dropped it when I grabbed you.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he had.
“What do you want with me ? They will figure out I am gone and will find me … sooner than you think.”
Klaus laughed for a second.
“I am counting on that sweetheart. Personally I want nothing with you. You are just leverage… Its quite unfortunate you’ve been dragged into this.” he sounded almost apologetic. “All I want is one generous blood donation from your mother. As soon as thats done , you get to go home…and be with your charming boyfriend.”
Y/N’s thoughts were swirling like a tornado. Klaus knew about her and Kai. He had been watching them.
“I don’t care what happens to me.” she said. “But if you touch a him …”
“Don’t worry love. I don’t plan on hurting your boyfriend … or you. Unless absolutely necessary.”
She kept thinking about the moment she had last seen Kai barely a few hour ago. At least someone knew she was missing. There was no doubt in her mind that he will be the one to find her. Until then , it was better to keep Klaus on his good side.
“Satisfy my curiosity…” she started. “How did you find out … about my mother being a human again? Who slipped up ? Caroline or Alaric ? Or was it Matt ? I know he still has a thing for your sister…”
“It’s not important.”
“OK then … Why didn’t you just ask like a normal person? Maybe if you didn’t do things like kidnapping , blackmail and what knot people wouldn’t be scared of you. Maybe you’d even get to be with Caroline. I know she still has a thing for you…”
Klaus looked amused by her words. He got up pulling out his phone from his pocket , texting someone - probably her parents or Caroline.
“I like when people fear me , love. Surely your family had told you that.” he said looking up from his phone for a second. Y/N’s gaze drifted to something behind him , noticing a step in the drit that hadn’t been there a moment ago.
“Why are you doing this ?” she asked curious. “Caroline said last time she saw you , you were different. Nicer. Why slip back to the person you were before ?”
Klaus sighed a serious look on his face. For a moment he hesitated but then took a step towards her. He started to say something and then suddenly his neck snapped.
“Let’s get you out of these , shall we.” said Kai appearing from thin air. Y/N had never seen the look he had on his face in that moment. He looked ready to slaughter anyone who got in his way. Somehow that made him look even hotter. Kai pulled the chains off her hands , breaking them in a second, hugging her before she has even had the chance to blink. “I was so worried something might happen to you. He didn’t hurt you did he ?”
Y/N’s lips found his before she answered him.
“No. I’m … I’m fine.” she smiled , her hands cupping his face. “I knew you’d be the one to find me.”
Kai smiled at her , helping her up. “Let’s go before he wakes… other ways I don’t know what I might do to him.”


They ran to her house , opening the door and getting inside. None of them expected to find someone inside , except everyone but Bonnie were there. The look on her parents’ and god-mother’s faces was pure shock. Caroline vamp-ran towards them , Kai raising his hand causing her a witchy headache.
“Hey hey… stop.” Y/N said softly.
Caroline stopped screaming in pain , her gaze shifting between Y/N holding onto Kai , Elena and Damon and back towards the surprise visitor.
“What is he doing here ?!” Elena said rushing to Y/N’s side , grabbing her daughter’s hand pulling her away from Kai.
Y/N pulled away from her mother and went back to Kai’s side.
‘What?’ Elena mouthed.
“He saved me … from Klaus. I guess he does know about my existence after all.” Y/N said. “.. and Kai is here because , he is my … boyfriend.” she said intertwining her fingers with Kai’s looking nervously around.
“Alright , that is enough. I thought we saw the last of you 20 years ago. Whatever spell you have put on my daughter , lift it NOW and run before I change my mind about setting you free.” Damon said.
“You are just not as threatening at this old age , Damon.” said Kai amused. “I haven’t put any spell on her. We met and fell in love. Strange how the world works , isn’t it ? I tried ruining your lifes and in the end your happiness brought me mine.”
Y/N laid her head on Kai’s shoulder smiling at him.
“This is disgusting… but we don’t have time to discuss it now.” Caroline said. “Thanks for saving her , but we got it from here.”
“No, you don’t.” Kai said snaking his hand around Y/N’s waist. “You are the only vampire left standing here. Even with Bonnie’s help you won’t be able to protect your friends and her. I can keep her safe like no one else in this room.”
Everyone’s eyes were on Kai , looking at him as if he had dropped a nuclear bomb in the middle of the room or something. It had been years and they still didn’t even want to give him a chance , even tho he had just saved her.
“Why should we trust you ? You have crossed us so many times …” Elena said calmly.
“Because I am in love with Y/N and I can’t think of a better way to die other than to save her life.” Kai said , his tone filled with love and making it clear it was not up for discussion. “For once in your life , put your trust in me … and if not in me then in your daughter.”
“Please ?” Y/N pleaded with her parents. “Whoever he was back then , he is not the same person. I love him and I trust him with my life.”
Elena turned to Damon who was shaking his head fiercely in disagreement.
‘No.No .. No.’ he mouthed.
Kai titled his head around , Caroline doing the same clearly hearing something the rest of them couldn’t. They shot worried glances at each other and the next second the door flew out of it’s hinges. Kai swiftly vamp - ran holding onto Y/N to the far end of the room away from the flying door. Caroline stood protectively in front of Damon and Elena.
“Klaus.” she muttered.
“Hello , love. It’s nice to see you. Unfortunately as much as I would love to stand here and chat with you , there is something I have to do first.” said Klaus vamp - running towards Y/N and Kai. A second later Klaus dropped on the ground screaming in pain , Kai’s hand raised in the air.
“Still think you don’t need my help ?” he asked , not taking his eyes of Klaus who was trashing on the floor with his hands holding his head.
Caroline quickly grabbed a wolfs pain / vervain syringe they had prepared earlier , sticking the needle in Klaus’ neck. She blew some hair out of her face looking at Kai who had wrapped his arms tightly around Y/N.
“We are NOT done talking about this.” Elena said going to her daughter to give her a hug. “Go. Now. But if something happens to her , you will be held responsible. Got it ?”
“Got it.” said Kai. “Do you need something from your room , sweetheart ?”
“Maybe just my laptop.” she said smiling nervously. “Can’t bear it if something happens to all our pictures …”
Kai kissed her forehead and whooshed upstairs to grab it. Y/N turned to her dad , running to hug him.
“You have lost your mind.” he said , holding onto her tightly. “He is a -”
“No. He is not.” Y/N pulled away. “Remember when you told me the story of what you were when you first met mom ? How she saw the good in you even though you had done some awful things ? It’s the same with me and Kai. He is not the person you knew.”
“Just be careful.” her dad said letting her go.
Caroline gave Y/N a hug too and then Kai showed up. He had picked up more than just her laptop - there was an overnight bag in his hands. At that moment Klaus started to groan , the wolfspain / vervain shot starting to wear off. Kai snaked his hand around Y/N’s waist as she turned around for one last look at her family. Elena had tears in her eyes and Damon looked as if he was in pain.Caroline gave them a small smile and then turned her attention to Klaus. Together Kai and Y/N walked outside and in a split second he whooshed them away.


“This is not how I imagined our time alone together.” Y/N said pouring herself 4th cup with coffee for the day. Kai snatched it from her hands , pouring it into the sink. “Hey ! I was going to drink that … ”
He kissed her cheek and pulled out a pack with a decaf coffee getting ready to brew a fresh pod.
“It’s been 3 days. You have barely slept - all you do is toss and turn all night. When they deal with Klaus , they will call.” said Kai softly , brushing her cheek. Y/N’s eyes had been filled with worry ever since they got to his place a few days ago. Kai had put a boundary spell on the building and on the apartment itself making sure no supernatural can enter.“We are switching to decaf. I don’t want your parents getting Caroline to kill me because you’ve died from going over board with your caffeine addiction.”
Y/N smiled for the first time the past few days.
“Ahh there it is! I missed your smile.” he said , kissing her briefly. Y/N however didn’t want a brief kiss , she wanted him. Their little moment however was cut short when Kai’s phone rang. He reached into his back pocket , checking the caller ID. “It’s Caroline. Hello ?”
“Put it on speaker…” Y/N asked in a hushed voice. Kai had clenched his jaw refusing to meet her eyes and that only got her more worried. He didn’t say much , mostly listened. “What… what is it ?”
“I understand.” said Kai , hanging up.
“What is it ? Tell me.” she insisted. Kai’s tone was so guarded it made her stomach tie in a knot. Something bad must’ve happened or he would’ve told her straight away what the phone call was about.
“It’s … um … It’s your mother….” he trailed off. “Klaus took her.”
“What … ?”
Y/N felt as if the world had darkened. After all Caroline hadn’t been able to keep her parents safe. If Klaus had her mother … Her eyes started watering , tears threatening to fall down her cheeks at any moment. Kai pulled her into a hug , gently brushing his fingers through her hair. She pulled away from him , running to their bedroom. A few minutes later she came out fully dressed , her hair pulled in a tight ponytail.
“Let’s go.” she said with determination.
“No. We are not going. Caroline called specifically to ask me NOT to go anywhere. Damon said -”
“I don’t care what my father says. We are going to find my mother , got it ? It’s not up for discussion.” she said , searching for a map in the book shelf. Y/N opened the map onto the coffee table , reaching for the letter knife when Kai grabbed her wrists. “Let go of me.
Kai wouldn’t listen to her. Y/N had a crazy look in her eyes mixed with worry and recklessness like he had never seen before. She was going to rush into danger and get herself killed. No way he’d let that happen.
“Kai. I mean it. Let. GO.” she said starring into his eyes. He sighed , letting go of her hands and rubbing his forehead with his thumb and index finger. Y/N cut her finger letting a few drops of blood fall on the map. He knew what she wanted - a locator spell.
“Y/N … I know you are worried but … if something happens to you…”
“Nothing is going to happen to me. Just help me … please.” she pleaded , tears starting to roll down her cheeks. “I can’t lose her…”
“Okay …”
He started the spell , the blood slowly moving on the map of Mystic Falls stopping near one of the back roads out of town. Y/N quickly pulled out her phone , mapping the area where a single house was located. She headed for the door only to have it blocked by Kai a split second later.
“Wait for me , sweetheart.” he said calmly , grabbing his jacket and car keys.“We are going to save your mother. I promise.”


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anonymous asked:

“Are you happy? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!” Hamburr

The fury was an icy cold spreading through his veins, the paper balled up in his hand. No one stopped him on the way in, and Aaron didn’t knock when he opened the door to Hamilton’s office. He shut it behind him, making no sound.

He inhaled a breath through his nose and took a step forward, slamming the paper on the cluttered desk. “What were you thinking?”

Hamilton was tired, Aaron could see it in the set of his shoulders and the dark circles under his eyes. “It was necessary.”

“Necessary.” He closed his eyes, balling his hand into a fist. “You think this was necessary?” He met Hamilton’s eyes.

Hamilton nodded, eyes narrowing. 

Aaron straightened. “What about your wife? Your family? Have you thought of any of the consequences here, Alexander?”

Hamilton stood up, the chair scraping on the floor. “You heard what they were saying about me, Burr! I couldn’t let it go on! My legacy was at stake.”

“Oh, your legacy. It always goes back to that, doesn’t it.” He turned around, hands flexing at his sides. “Are you happy? Does this make you happy?”

He heard heard against the wood floor and a hand closed around his wrist. “Aaron, don’t leave me, not you too.”

The tears burned at the corners of his eyes and he blinked them away. “No. We can’t do this anymore, Alexander. It should have ended years ago, don’t you think? But now, this, this is the final straw.”

Alexander’s grip tightened, trying to pull him back. “What do you mean? We’ve done so much, we belong together, you can’t leave me now, Burr. I need you.”

He took in another breath and whispered. “If you’ve done this to yourself and the family you value so much, I fear what you’ll be able to do to me with only a stroke of a pen and a thought.”

Aaron pulled his arm away and left, Hamilton’s last words echoing in his ears.

How to Meditate
  1. Assume a comfortable position with your body. The most recommended posture for meditation is seated cross-legged. This is because it balances support for the body and wakefulness for the mind. However, you can lie down, be seated in a chair, or adopt another similar posture. The main emphasis for meditation posture is that it allows you to focus your attention on the meditation without getting distracted by the body.
  2. Close your eyes and breathe naturally. 
  3. Focus your attention on the space directly ahead of you as the spot between your eyebrows. In sanskrit, the word for meditation is ‘dhyana’ and it essentially means ‘to pay attention to.’ There are many meditation techniques around but what they all depend on is the application of attention. Here, you want to be gentle with your attention. Do not strain your eyes but be relaxed and attentive. If looking between your eyebrows is a strain, try aiming toward the tip of your nose instead.
  4. Do not deliberately imagine or think about anything. Remain composed, relaxed, and attentive to the space between your eyebrows. The purpose of meditation is silence and stillness. However, there is a difference between actively thinking and “having” thoughts. Here the instruction is to refrain from actively thinking. This does not mean thoughts should be suppressed from arising. In meditation, your attention might be focused and relaxed and without thought. Then a thought might arise out of nowhere. This doesn’t mean something bad or wrong happened. You do not need to push the thought away in order to “preserve” or “get to” inner silence. If you do not follow the thought by thinking about it, then it will leave the way it came. If you do follow the thought and find yourself engaged in a train of thoughts, gently bring your attention back to the spot between your eyes and refocus with a calm breath. In this way, you free your mind from the compulsion to chew needlessly on phenomena appearing in your consciousness. 
  5. Set a timer. Do not get up until the timer sounds. Along with thoughts, many feelings may get churned up during meditation. Some of those feelings may be angry, anxious, energetic, or restless. Do not allow them to control you. If you simply remain seated and attentive with eyes closed, you will be victorious over any thought or feeling that arises. It takes more doing to quit a meditation than to see it through to its end.

Common Issues:

  • My thoughts just don’t stop. They can even get more out of control. What am I doing wrong? For your whole life, perhaps also others before it, your mind has acquired many habits and imprints. When you sit for meditation, those mental phenomena begin to enter your conscious awareness. That is how they “leave” or are “dissolved.” This doesn’t mean you forget important things or knowledge but rather the limits you have unknowingly placed on your perceptions are being released. At first, this can be overwhelming. It is not a sign of something wrong, it just requires you to apply sustained effort in the meditation practice.
  • How can I stop my thoughts? All you can do is rest your attention and refrain from deliberate thinking. Be patient with your mind and reign in your attention as often as necessary when you find yourself lost in thought. Once rested and focused, your attention simply witnesses whatever thoughts appear. They will settle into silence in their own time. Moments of silence and contentment will occur and deepen. 
  • When meditating, I keep having an emotional experience of pain, sadness, obsession, anger, jealousy, etc. How can I make it go away? Like thoughts, these emotions are also imprints in consciousness that you have been carrying with you unknowingly. Your body is physically activating pathways associated with experiences that are not actually happening. In meditation, those pathways are allowed to burn themselves out. You cannot push them away or escape from them. All you can do is give them the space to be there. Like watching a thief, you bear witness to them so as to no longer lose perspective to them. They too will dissipate in time.
  • My body parts go numb when I sit for so long. What can I do? It’s fine to stretch out and massage your limbs if necessary during meditation. Try to keep your eyes closed and attention focused when you do. 
  • I feel sleepy when I try to meditate. Why does this happen? When the mind is not being actively engaged, it can be in the habit of going to sleep. Whenever you feel sleepy during meditation, get up and splash some water on your face and go back to the meditation. If you haven’t been getting enough sleep then forget the meditation and take a nap. 
  • Can I focus on my breath or something else instead of the space between my eyebrows? Meditation’s key is application of attention. Attention can be applied to the flow of breath, an image, or a mantra. However, as you practice, your awareness will settle down into increasing silence and stillness. Using the space between your eyes is a silent and still point of focus. Whereas using the breath is a moving point of focus. This has its own benefits and use too. Having practiced several forms of meditation, I like to recommend this way since it worked for me best. That said, feel free to explore in order to find what works for you. Whatever you decide, I would suggest practicing that technique for six weeks before assessing its value to you. 

Namaste

Happy Birthday!

So it’s @ireapathighnoon‘s birthday and I promised them a little something. I’m sorry it took me so long. Here’s a little birthday fun with our favorite cowboy! I hope you like it!


You were never one for celebrating and making a big fuss over your birthday, but your love, Jesse, was not going to let the day go by without doing something for you. It started in the morning with breakfast in bed. Whatever he had made smelled delicious, but you still pretended to be sleeping when he came into the room with your tray.

“Rise n’ shine, darlin’. Got you breakfast in bed,” he says excitedly, placing the tray on the bedside table until you roll over.

“What’s all this?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

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